It's More Like Icky Well of Lost Children. A Review of Graveyard of Lost Children

 If you happen to come across an icky, moldy old well, stay away. STAY AWAY.! I've read two books within the past year where creepy, slimy woman/monster/thingies live in ancient wells and want to grab any humans dumb enough to stick their heads in moldy old wells.

The woman/monster/thingy in Graveyard of Lost Children is particularly fond of babies...but not in a good way. Though she's willing to snag anybody's little bundle of joy, she has a fixation on one particular family line. And the generations of women in that family have a hard time figuring out if they're insane or if a woman/monster/thingy is really plaguing them. 

Maybe I'm too harsh when I say dumb enough to stick their heads in slim-ridden wells.  After all, I've been known to wander into places I don't belong. And the poor young woman in Graveyard of Lost Children is both called to the well by Creepzilla (not her real name) but the shiver-inducing spirit stalks her no matter where she goes. That's one good way to get herself committed to a mental hospital, which in fact it does.

Lots of creepiness. Lots of getting lost in the woods. Lots of misplacing babies in the woods. And a well. A dark, slippery, smelly well. Beware if you come across one.  

Thanks to Netgalley and Sourcebooks for allowing me to read and review Graveyard of Lost Children.

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Oooh, look at that hand on her shoulder. It creeped out of an old well so you know it will be good and slimy.